Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.